"Hi, Paul,” she replied with difficulty. Her throat had gone bone dry, and her brain wouldn't stop replaying snippets of fantasy scenarios she'd created over the years. Vivian hoped the muted lighting hid the redness burning on her cheeks. Brad arrived at the table with a bottle of champagne and four glasses.
"Now this is what I'm talking about. Come you guys, let's get this party started.” Carol and Colin slid into one side of the booth, Paul stayed where he was.
"May I?” he asked. When it dawned on Vivian he was waiting for her to make room for him on the seat, she slid so far in the other direction that she bumped into Carol.
"Hey, elbow room,” Carol laughed. “Scoot over. I'm pretty sure Paul doesn't have cooties.” Vivian pinched her thigh, hard, before inching in the other direction.
"Yep, I'm completely bug-free,” he agreed, laying his arm along the top of the booth behind Vivian.
Colin went about opening and pouring the champagne. He raised his filled glass. “Here's to embracing life to the fullest."
"Damn straight.” Paul clinked his glass to Vivian's, never breaking eye contact as he took a sip. She fought the urge to gulp down the entire thing. Her nerves were strung tight as a bow. The subtle, spicy scent of his cologne drove her crazy, as did his nearness.
Mercifully, the other people at the table still had the ability to converse intelligently, and very quickly, Vivian was caught up in their easy camaraderie. She learned that Paul and Colin had been friends since college. They now headed a veritable business empire of clubs and restaurants across the country. Colin eloquently described his and Carol's whirlwind courtship, punctuated with heated glances and gentle, shared caresses with his future wife. Some of her reservations regarding the relationship disappeared as she watched their interaction.
What she found most interesting were the noticeably vague answers she received when trying to learn more about Sensations. “What? I've never been to an adult club, and so far, I've not seen anything different. I'm curious, and you all are being frustratingly short on info.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the lights went down, and hauntingly beautiful violin music began to play.
"Watch the performance, Vivian,” Paul whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and shifted on the seat. They were now touching from hip to knee. She clutched her fingers together in her lap.
The stage curtains opened. Three men and two women danced around each other in perfect synchronization. Their movements were elegant, understated, and highly sensual. Being so close, Vivian was mesmerized by the emotion she saw in the dancer's faces, the tenderness of their touches. Her pussy throbbed, and her breasts felt heavy, swollen.
The music switched tempo. The women began caressing each other, revealing that their flowing dresses were actually made up of dozens of wide strips of silk. The men circled them, watching, as they gave the audience glimpses of their nakedness underneath. One of the men reached out and pulled off a piece of silk, letting it flutter to the floor. The others joined in, moving the strips across the women's nipples and between their legs before removing them ever so slowly.
Vivian closed her eyes for a moment, imagining what the soft fabric would feel like on her heated skin. Her breathing caught when Paul started tracing lazy patterns along her shoulder and down her arm. He applied gentle pressure, and she leaned fully against his side.
"That's it, darlin', relax and enjoy.” He brushed his lips against her temple. She rested her palm on his thigh.
Relaxing was the farthest thing from her mind. She clenched her legs together, hoping to ease the tension building in her pussy, but instead, it sent a flutter straight to her womb.
The women on stage were now completely nude. The men wore skin-tight, flesh colored leotards which clearly displayed their endowments. One couple separated themselves, kissing and fondling with barely restrained urgency as they lowered to the floor. The other two men were using a silk to bind the wrists and blindfold the woman who stood stock still at the front of the stage. One man went down on his knees to nuzzle her mound, and the other began to tweak and suck at her nipples. Vivian whimpered and tightened her fingers on Paul's leg. He stroked the side of her neck and laid his other hand on top of hers. She knew he could feel her pulse pounding and the little tremors that passed over her.
Viv's state of arousal increased proportionately with the intensifying intimacy of the acts on stage. When the first woman thrashed and moaned through her orgasm, she feared she would go off along with her. She tore her eyes from the stage and looked around the room in an effort to calm down. It didn't help. Couples were making out all around, and if she wasn't mistaken, a few of them were actually having sex! She glanced over at Colin and Carol. They were definitely in their own little world.
"I can't be here anymore, it's too much,” she whispered, turning toward Paul. The way he stared at her, the lust shining in his eyes, it was more than she ever could have imagined.
She lifted her chin, and his mouth came crashing down on hers. She moaned and opened for him. Their tongues met, and Vivian kissed him with every bit of sexual frustration coursing through her system. It didn't matter they were in a public place, or that they hadn't seen each other in years. Her entire body was on fire. Paul took command of the kiss, tasting, nipping, sucking. Viv tangled her fingers in his hair and rubbed her other hand across the taught muscles of his chest. He cradled the underside of her breast and ran the pad of his thumb over her pebbled nipple.
"I'm going to come,” she panted against his lips.
"Not yet,” he growled.
"We'll catch up with you two later.” Vivian smiled when the only response from their tablemates was a wave of Carol's hand over her shoulder as she continued kissing Colin. Paul had her out of the booth and tucked tight to his side in a heartbeat. He guided her toward the back of the room.
"Where are we going?"
"This is the public area of Sensations, darlin'. We're headed to where the real fun is."
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Chapter Two
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Paul fought against the urge to throw Vivian over his shoulder and run through the club. Watching the show with her had been torture of the most exquisite kind. Then she'd kissed him as if starving. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven, but when she admitted to being near orgasm, both of his heads nearly exploded. Despite his raging need to have her in every way imaginable, he understood how she was on sensory overload. The performances here were near legendary, a lot to handle for a novice to the scene, plus he was pretty damn sure she was more than happy to see him.
He nodded as the guard opened the private door. As soon as it closed, he turned her and claimed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her pelvis against him. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and helped her.
"Shit, come on, we're almost there,” he muttered, wrenching his lips away to kiss down the side of her face.
"Yes, I, am,” she agreed, punctuating her words with a roll of her hips. He tried to take a step away, but her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she whimpered. “No, please, now, I, I, need you so bad, Paul.” Her pleading was his undoing. He gathered her up into his arms and stalked down the hall.
The first unoccupied suite was not the theme he would have selected for her, but time was of the essence. Vivian lapped at the base of his neck and nipped with her teeth between the strokes. He closed and locked the door while allowing Viv's feet to slide down to the floor. She continued to hold on around his neck. With her backed against the door, he took her mouth again while working her skirt up to bunch above her waist. He moved his hand under the band of her panties, down through her soft curls. She was unbelievably hot and wet. Paul slid his middle finger inside her, shocked at how tight she was, and pressed his thumb against her clit. Vivian came apart. She cried out, and her hips bucked with such force, Paul had to wrap his free arm around her to steady them both.
"Oh yeah,” he moaned as warm
cream coated his palm and her inner muscles constricted along his finger. He plunged in and out of her body, causing his jealous dick to throb like an open wound. “That's it, darlin', let yourself go.” He flexed his hips forward against his hand. “Imagine how good it's gonna be when this is my cock. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. I've wanted you for so long, Vivian.” She responded with a moan and fresh wave of moisture. Paul continued to plunder her pussy until her breath was coming out in short gasps and her movements stilled.
"You okay?” he asked, putting a few inches between them so he could gaze down into her passion-dazed face. He didn't, however, remove his hand.
"That was wonderful,” she replied with a shy smile.
"That was only the beginning, darlin'. I want us horizontal with a whole lot of naked, now."
"I don't think I can walk very far."
"Why, your legs wobbly?"
"No, well yes, but the hand between them is going to slow me down."
"You're magnificent,” he laughed, removing his digits and dropping a kiss on the end of her nose. He swept her up into his arms again and headed for the massive bed.
"Um, Paul, exactly where are we?” He watched her eyes widen as she glanced around the room.
"In one of the members only suites,” he said, setting her down on the edge of the mattress. He removed her cardigan and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"What was the inspiration, the freakin’ Tower of London?” This is what he'd been afraid of. Sensations had a number of highly romantic suites and those that catered to various fetishes. They were in one of the latter. He'd hoped to be able to keep her in enough of an elevated state of horny that she wouldn't be paying attention to her surroundings.
"It's okay, baby, don't worry. It's just you, me, and this big comfy bed.” She helped him remove her shirt while craning to continue looking around.
"That's a St. Andrew's cross, isn't it? Oh, and that's a spanking bench, right? And, I don't know what it's called, but that saddle thing over there, is that the kind where a dildo's attached and you ride it?” He watched in stunned disbelief as Vivian pointed at the various pieces of equipment. “What's in the armoire?"
Paul burst out laughing. “I knew it, all conservative on the outside, wild and crazy underneath.” He was surprised when she lowered her eyes, and her cheeks turned pink. He knelt down and took her hands in his. “I meant that as a compliment, Viv."
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression, Paul. What just happened is a first for me, not the getting off part, but the speed and sort of uncontrolled part. A big side effect of not being wild and crazy is having a shit ton of alone time. I read a lot, and watch movies. I don't have a great deal of real world experience, just a really active fantasy world.” He saw in her body language how difficult it was for her to say those words. He gathered her close.
"Darlin', you're a dream come true. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me these things. What do you say? Let's bring some of our fantasies to life."
Vivian hugged Paul, loving the pressure of her breasts being crushed against his chest and the warmth of his palms rubbing slowly along her back. She tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened, where she was, and what was going to happen next. It'd been longer than she cared to remember since she'd been with a man, probably the reason for her complete loss of control, well, that and Paul's skillful hand and the live sex show. She giggled.
"Penny for your thoughts,” Paul mumbled as he kissed along her shoulder.
"I've just seen and done things beyond my farthest thoughts, and earlier this evening, I accused Carol of losing her mind."
"Why?” He unhooked the clasp of her bra.
"Because it's really hard for me to believe people can fall into true, everlasting love as quickly as Carol thinks she has.” Vivian shrugged her shoulders forward, allowing the garment to slide off her breasts. She refused to let go of him, however, so it dangled between them on her forearms.
"Again, I have to ask why? Maybe certain people are simply meant to be together. Shit falls in place, stars align, I don't know, it's just right?” He stood up, lifted her, wrenched the bra off her arms, tossed it across the room, and bounced her to the head of the bed.
"Why, Mr. Landis, you're quite the romantic, aren't you?” She raised her hips to make it easier for him to remove her skirt and panties.
"Yeah, I guess I am.” He smiled and ran his hands along her thighs, hips, and tummy. “I think the powers that be hooked them up so we could find each other again."
She arched her back when his lips closed around her nipple. Vivian cradled his head as he teased the sensitive bud with his teeth and tongue while caressing her other breast.
"That feels so good,” she sighed, moving her foot up and down the back of his leg. “Hey, how come you still have clothes on?"
"Damn good question.” Paul gave one more nip and squeeze before getting up from the bed.
Vivian propped herself up on her elbows with eager anticipation. The shirt was the first to go. His upper body was exactly as she'd imagined—well defined, but not overly muscular. He kicked off his shoes, and his pants followed. She licked her lips while blatantly staring at his magnificent penis. My imagination sucks, she thought, rising up on her knees, scooting to the far edge of the bed and patting the mattress.
"Here's the perfect spot for you."
"How do you want me?” he asked with a playful leer.
"On your back.” She piled up a few pillows at the headboard. Once he was lying down, he reached for her. “Nope, let me play for a while, please?"
"I'm all yours, darlin'.” Paul crossed his arms behind his head.
Vivian straddled his thighs, resting her palms on his shoulders. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I probably shouldn't voice this, but I've dreamed about making love to you more times than I can count.” His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared.
"There aren't any rules, Viv. Say what you want, do what makes you feel good."
Vivian took her sweet time exploring her way down his body. He was smooth and hard, hot and tasty. She sampled him from head to toe, with the exception of one key area.
"Did you enjoy that?” She asked the question with her mouth poised just above his groin.
"God, yes."
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock while trailing her tongue across his balls. Paul's hips jerked, and he moaned, low and sexy. Feminine power surged through her. The time for teasing had passed. She desperately needed to bring him the intense pleasure he'd given her.
It was Vivian's turn to moan when her lips closed over the crown of his penis. She licked around the edge before attempting to take him further. Paul laid his hand on the back of her head. Viv stroked his shaft in sync with the movements of her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair.
"Fuck, that's good...yeah, like that...Jesus, you're incredible."
They found their rhythm together. With his hand and hips helping to guide her, Vivian let go and worshipped his cock. Each time he hit the back of her throat, she hesitated, holding him deep, thrilled to be filled so full. When she lifted up, she used her teeth to lightly graze him, and she felt Paul swell.
"Enough.” He cupped her chin and pulled out of her mouth.
"No, no, I want you to...” Vivian gasped when, mid-sentence, he dragged her up his body and flipped her over.
"You can suck me dry to your heart's content, darlin', but this first time, I'm going to come buried deep in your pussy."
He leaned over to a bedside table Vivian hadn't noticed and pulled a condom from the drawer. Once sheathed, she pulled him down on top of her. It had been so long since she'd been pressed into a mattress by the weight of a man.
She rubbed against him and opened her legs in invitation. Paul held her with immense tenderness and claimed her with slow, gentle strokes. Tears of joy welled in her eyes. He filled her completely, stretching muscles, hitting swee
t spots she hadn't known existed. She wrapped her legs around his hips and shifted upward.
"Careful, sweetheart.” He rested his forehead on hers. Vivian grasped his upper arms. Paul trembled and his muscles were taught. “God, you're so damn tight. Being inside you is heaven on Earth, darlin', but I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't.” She grinned up at him. “I'm ready to forget my name."
Viv held on for dear life as Paul took command. She welcomed his powerful thrusts, met him, and encouraged him with equal intensity. Her body raced toward release. Perspiration dampened her skin, and her movements became frantic.
"Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out as every muscle and nerve came alive with the intensity of her orgasm. Paul shouted his climax simultaneously.
Vivian wasn't certain how long they remained wrapped around each other, connected, but she savored every nuance. His heart beat wildly against hers, their ragged breathing was almost matched, and each time her inner muscles fluttered, his cock twitched in response. She caressed his back and ass, loving his contented sighs. If life were perfect, she figured she could stay right where she was for at least a month.
"You're incredible,” Paul whispered.
"You're not so bad yourself,” she replied, giving his butt cheek a squeeze. Viv uttered a little whine when he pulled out of her body.
"Give me one quick second, darlin'."
She appreciated the view of his backside as he walked into the bathroom. Feeling a bit shy about waiting for him in all her naked glory, Viv scooted under the covers. Paul returned, carrying a long, black silk robe which he laid on the end of the bed. He got under the covers and gathered her in his arms.
"So you're a cuddler, too?” she asked, snuggling against him.
"Absolutely. You just feel free to stay all pressed against me for as long as you want."
"There's not going to be some Dom bashing down the door because we're all up in his dungeon without permission?"
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